Each day has beauty
If you’ll give energy to
Go and seek it out
Category: Poetry
Logic’s Altar
For so long
I’ve worshipped
At logic’s altar
The cold linear stone now
Seems empty to me
Time to go within
Into mystery
The unspoken certainly
Arising from hope
And the love
For beauty
Beauty
I think of beauty
There are so many choices
Tell me you love
This MorningĀ
Not yet dawn
Morning’s air chills
Blankets more inviting
Soon will grab some tea
Wednesday Morning HaikuĀ
At the week’s middle
My alarm’s song is calling
I love the snooze bar
I love sewing puns
Though they often needle me
I’m left in stitches
Seattle’s Alaskan Way Viaduct: A Haiku
āConcrete broken to dust
A megalith vanishing
History fading
The Velvet Cape Of NightĀ
So much is hidden
By the velvet cape of night
Not Just what’s frightful
Laying here seeking sleep. Hoping it’s mercy comes soon.
Tonight’s Cold Rain
I feel the cold rain
Remnants of snow lingering
Shall
Dastardly ViriĀ
I’ve grown quite weary
Of these viri within me
Minute yet brutal
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 